I have known a death called life forevermore.
Its daily visitation
is a stone of towering ascent
and a sea of depthless falling,
a leaping flame and a dark deluge.
In breadth of hue that transcends knowing,
it sears the New World colors into ancient grays,
and weaves an azure canopy upon the nameless void.
Within this swirling cloud of Presence
are faces, eyes, eternal beams of Home gazing on my soul.
In this awesome pouring out and pouring in
dancing breath of Being that is the living One,
a silent voice of thunder in the heart
of everything that is me, that is true,
there is singing that can know no end.